I'm being totally unreasonable I know...but I'm really resentful inside and I just can't be bothered to speak to her atm.
Basically, for the last few years my parents have talked about moving abroad.
As my dad has never lived anywhere else and quite frankly isn't a particularly sociable or adventurous person I always thought this was pie in the sky.
We however live in the country,3 hours away from them, but commutable to London where we have our own business.
We never visited my parents as they lived in a small, pristine, flat and with my 2 boisterous boys and menagerie of animals it was easier for them to come to us a couple a times a year,...but she always made it clear how cold and muddy the country was etc etc...
Fast forward to this year and my mum was made redundant after 20 years in a job where she was extremely successful and popular... She has always made it clear that she lived for "her boys" (my ds's) and her friends.
This last 18 months has been really really tough for us and our work,...we barely kept our heads above water, the AP had to go, all sorts of cut backs, but for the last 6 months things have picked up, to the extent that I'm now really busy, trying to juggle work, the kids, living in the middle of nowhere with a husband I only see 2 a week as we crossover on the London trips
and I also have the responsibility of my very elderly Pil's who visit every weekend .
So last week my parents moved...to France. To a farm in the middle of nowhere.
I am gutted that now they have time on their hands and are young that they didn't make the decision to move near us and help.
TBh if it was just my mum, maybe she would have...my dad has absolutely no interest in us or the boys.
They could have still had the country life here though and new adventure..
. I'm trying hard to appreciate that she's not obligated to help us, she's got her own life to do what she wants, but I just don't get it really.
If my boys needed help, I would be there like a shot!
Her facebook page is full of drinking wine in France and planting the veg garden with comments from her friends about how lovely she is and generous and kind..
and I'm here on the verge of a nervous breakdown..
I could happily not talk to her again...
How can I get over this?